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The soul keeps the blue spring season silent
Under the wet branches of evening
The forehead dropped on each lover in shivers.
O the greening cross. In dark speech
Man and woman recognized each other.
Along a bare wall
The alone wanders in his stars.
Over the moon-dappled trails in the forest
The wilderness sank
Of forgotten game; a glimpse of blue
Breaks from falling cliffs.
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